When darkness be closin' in I'm motivated, with the howlin' wind With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin' that your end is beginnin' Swift silent
It's fuckin' ackrite Question is, can I get some? Knahmsayin'? Ackrite bitch When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, you knahmsayin'? When I yank
[Dr. Dre] This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P. .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background] .. A message to God .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background
Things just ain't the same for gangsters Times is changing, young niggas is aging Becoming old Gs in the game and changing To make way for these new names
that shit Hangin' that motherfucker, goddamn That nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker Hangin' on the bumper X Hey, hang that shit What up, Dr. Dre
her suck my dick Then ran Eazy, Cube, and Dre out the closet Turned her ass over, Laid the ho on her back Then we rode the bitch like a mutherfuckin' Amtrack Dre
Listen as he executes the funky flute He can play it at a noise so watch him blow it While I be speakin' deep down in your eardrums How do you like it
(Blunt time-pull out your philly) Ha ha, mighty aftermath (Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli) Whose soul ever contest, dead In me ear Dre,
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Now this this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin' it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife
Damn girl, it is hotter than a motherfucker up in here You got that right I need to go to the bar and get me a drink, please Yes Hello Shit, what the
to the side of his White Sox hat You tryin' to check my homey, you better check yo self 'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker Yeah, nine-deuce, Dr. Dre
Yo, yo, whassup man? Yo, man gimme some of that old Gangsta shit, y'knahmsayin'? Some shit I can just kick back Smoke a fat-ass joint to, y'knahmsayin
So, all of you Africans, all of you Africans that wanna do thangs That's workin' for other people, y'all need to open your own business Save your money
No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn Braille From the lunatic, I'm death like arsenic When I kick a wicked raps, Dr. Dre
' county jail 6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail I get's released on a hot sunny day My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre Scooped in a coupe
on the trigger and pull back And lay a punk motherfucker flat As he wonder what popped before he got popped I told you I was Dre and you know it don
Once again The mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder And we ain't askin' for shit, nigga we takin' it So Dre, blast they ass nigga Rat-